Of Silence and Emotions

A burst of violins.The shade of darkness grows deeper ,darker and soon seems to have a stifling form,oppressing and suffocating the people who indulge in Silence.Like a drug overdose Silence does more than what is expected from him.All seems lost with Silence gaining ground.Gathering all her will for one last assault,she manages to break Silence."Hi.Long time "she says.

His facial muscles seem to have forgotten how to expand and contract.His mind is blown.He does not know how to react."Hey there' he manages to gasp, his polished accent in tatters,ripped to shreds by the demon of Indecisiveness Darkness changes form from black to grey. It no longer has strength enough to maintain the stranglehold.

In despair They turn to Embarrassment.He insultingly gropes her cheeks turning them into delicate shades of baby pink and flits through cranium making them both explode with shame.But as each spots the blush on the other's cheek ,they burst into smiles.

"I should have kept my hands to myself"grumbles Embarrassment.You see,groping has the unfortunate side effect of loosening muscles.

Next is the turn of Memory.She flies through the air ,whizzing through eyes,opeining portals to the past,so that reality is a blur .As each scene from the past plays,Memory , wielding His flaming torch,lights a little anger here and a little resentment there.As fires spread ,their faces turn cold.The chill reaches freezing point as the flames spread further.But then the ice cracks and warmth manages to find its way in ;for the the flames spread and ignited fond recollections ,stroking the embers of passion and romance.

"So what have you been upto these days?.""......pretty much nothing"."......................loyola"."visscom in MOP ............."."yeah im actually learining the guitar"."cool!".

"Say why dont we go inside CCD than stand outside?Its way too bright outside.""Funny .It seemed all dark and gloomy a few minutes ago"They had to acknowledge defeat.Thus did they both conquer the demons of Darkness ,Indecision ,Embarrassment and Memory,in their quest to nirvana ,kaapi nirvana.

TO REMAIN THIS WAY,for ever and ever

I have a tale to tell.In the black void of my dreams,there filled an ethereal light ,so blinding ,so divine ,that it took my breath away. In the midst of the light,was an even whiter silhouette;embodiment of perfection ,wearing a raiment of myriad hues,each more alluring than the other,leading to the ultimate perfection:Her face.Words fail me now

And then she smiled at me.Joy burst forth all bounds and shattered my dream.You see, the mind can only take in so much beauty.I woke up drunk,my head swimming with the heady concoction of ecstasy that she produced.Could things get any better?" No way" I said.

But now, my love ,seeing you sleeping,snuggled in clean sheets;the rays of the sun ,twisting their way through the maze of glass ,to find their way to your face , forever resting in peace ,content just to fill your face with a luminescence before which even the halo of gods would pale.

And you ,you welcome the rays with a sweet smile ;a smile causing two little depressions to form on those tiny cheeks.The adjoining areas , a sweet pink;

Nothing can compare,to that blank innocent stare, as you stir and rise from the sheets ,like a phoenix from the embers,breaking into that dazzling smile,the one that lights the world. Ah! to think im the one whom you cast your eyes on,the first time in the morning,and thousands of times in the day .You are the world ,the paradise i dwelleth in;I hope never to lose it,for loss would mean more than Milton's blindness;It would mean a flight,a flight to the realms to which your soul flees;be it the seven gates and the gruesome dungeons of Hades or the Gates of Heaven to dwell in the Garden as Adam and Eve ;My senses soaked in the beauty of your gaze.

Still Marching On

this one is about how people live life as though in a trance,blindly going through everyday motions like zombies.this is their march
STILL MARCHING ON
there is nothing epic
in this puppets march
no saga to live
no legend to tell

despair in poverty
and emptiness in wealth
boredom in life
and a void in death

this we try to fill
but time never stands still

from one void to another
nothing left to live for

create your fantasy
choose your ecstasy

the void shall never fill
for time never stands still

squeezing the essence your soul
you go beyond control

what remains now is shadow and air
a phantom with a hollow stare

thus does another fall
but they do not care
they go marching on
to the gates of hell